Coming back...
I got this uncertain feeling, something that is not right. Like coming back scares me more this time unlike when I left. It doesn't matter though what I'm scared about is what I have left behind.
I'll be coming back to those stressful situations, depressing feelings, anxiety, noise, the things I've left. I'll be coming back to all of it uncertain if everything has change. I'm not afraid of change, I'm afraid of how bad things have changed into more bad things.
I've run away far enough, long enough to come back to the place where I was placed. I'll be coming back to make everything work. This time to face every little bad thing that I hated, every person that I don't want to talk to anymore.
I'll be coming back to those useless interactions, plastic conversations, restless socializations but other than those bad things...
I'll be coming back to the people who have waited long enough for me to come back, who waited for me to pick up the pieces of myself back into one piece again, the people that I knew that will betray me for a good cause.
I'll be coming back to have those deep conversations, silent understandings, endless laughters, non-stop crying at night, late night dramas and fewer friends I have.
It was long enough for me to know myself, to hate myself, to love myself and to find myself.
I'm coming back.
